Falcon

by Bex Dane

Blaze needed to keep his nosey ass out of this. "I know and it's bullshit."

  "Don't fuck the mark. Rule number one."

  I laughed because he lied. "Whose rules? Rogan's? He knows my M.O." Rogan didn't expect me to follow any rules except don't get caught.

  "You want the surveillance cut?" Blaze asked, finally accepting this was none of his damn business.

  "You wanna watch?"

  "Fuck no."

  Didn't think so.

  We made it up to her room. I opened the door to let her pass. She hadn't said a word the entire trip.

  She set her purse down on a small table near the door and looked at me for direction, that sexy vulnerable look in her big brown eyes. She wanted me to guide her through this? No problem.

  "Bed."

  She nodded and her ass swayed in the tight skirt as she walked to the back of the suite. She turned and stood in front of the bed, holding her hands clasped in front of her and giving me more lost lamb looks.

  "Nervous?" I asked her as I stored my weapon near the exit.

  "No."

  She said no but my diva lied so much, she could barely tell reality from acting. Her gaze darted around the room and stopped to look out the windows. The New York skyline reflected in the glass. Intimidating. Not the stage where she was comfortable and knew her lines. Alone in a hotel suite with a dangerous man like me, she had to be second guessing.

  "You changing your mind now we're here? No theatre. No costumes. This is the real you and the real me. We got all night and lots of privacy. Not answering any phones or doors."

  She smoothed down her hair. "Not changing my mind."

  Huh. Still seemed nervous. Insecure. "What's bothering you?" Not sure why I asked. I could take her, and she'd forget her nerves about thirty seconds after my mouth hit her lips. Plus, her psycho thoughts were not my problem.

  "I'm fine. Ya know. It's just. You… you're really big... and hot. And you're who you are, and I'm who I am."

  "We spent the last month establishing who we are. Something else going on here?" God, why did I even care? She'd begged me, she was standing in front of a bed, what was the holdup?

  "My costume has a corset."

  What the fuck was she talking about?

  "I know. Almost made you wear it here, but didn't want to hassle with taking it off you."

  "Oh, well, I mean. I could've worn it here."

  What in the hell? Where was my confident diva? "What I want is you to tell me why we're talking about what you could've worn when it doesn't matter dick all as you're spending the night naked."

  She looked down at her hand pressed flat to her stomach. "Um. Yeah, see…"

  Fuck me. She felt self-conscious without a corset? This was about her body?

  I took three quick steps and flung an arm behind her back. Her breath gushed out, and her boobs smashed against me as I wrenched her up. "You were pretty back then. You grew up to be stunning."

  Her eyelids flitted, and she pursed her lips like she wouldn't take it.

  "Weeks I spent wanting you. Watching you bewitch Matteo and the entire fucking cast, crew, and audience. Shit, my security staff won't stop going on about how hot you are."

  "You don't have to do this." Her voice was timid and weak, not taking me at my word. This made me angry, and I didn't want to fight with her. I wanted to fuck her. Was she angling for an angry fuck and trying to piss me off? If she was twisted like that, she'd regret it in the form of a red ass for days.

  "Have to do this? Do I look like the kinda man who does anything he doesn't have to do?"

  "No."

  Right. She got me. "And you know what all those men are entranced with? Not the size of your waist, which is my ideal size, by the way. I got no interest in a waist I can touch my fingers on both sides when I wrap my hands around it." I placed my palms on her hips, fingers back, thumbs on the slope of her ribs. It felt good too, her waist narrowing just the right amount. "It's your confidence. You may be acting or this is just a momentary slip, but I gotta be honest with you. This woman showing me insecurity about her body is much less attractive than the Aida who seduced me and had me hard for weeks. So can I get her back?"

  A smile grew on her lips and her eyes closed half-way. "Yes," she breathed out. "Sorry. It was just temporary. Thank you for telling me how you see me."

  I hitched one of her legs over my hip and walked her back onto the bed. "Don't get me wrong. Still think you're a hot mess and a batshit crazy diva, but it's fuckin' sexy how you own it."

  Lying her on her back, I positioned her hips near the edge of the bed, exactly where I wanted her. I kissed her hard and within seconds, she was back to where we left off in her dressing room. Her legs squeezing my hips, our tongues battling, her hands skimming down my back and grabbing my ass.

  "Mmm," she hummed her approval and lifted my shirt.

  I lost her touch for a second to take it off and toss it to the floor. My hand skimmed her flat tummy up to her tit, finding her nipple and giving it a swipe over the fabric of her ugly blouse.

  "Oh God." She was already making more noise than she had before.

  "That's right, baby. Let me hear you. Let me hear everything. It's just you and me and the sky."

  Unbuttoning her blouse exposed a black lace bra. Nice. I kissed her tantalizing cleavage as I reached around to get the hook undone. She helped me get it off and slip it down her arms with the blouse. Full, round, tits greeted me and dusky pink nipples, hard and ready to be teased.

  I took one between my teeth and then the other. Her hips came off the bed. My dick twitched and pounded. Needed to get inside this woman fast. Time to end the weeks of taunting.

  "I'll get back to these in one second." I sat up on my knees. Her hands flew to the button of my jeans. "Hands over your head. You watch."

  Her eyes widened, but she slowly lifted her supple arms up.

  I tugged her skirt down her hips. She had to wiggle, but her tits jiggled in a way I never wanted that skirt to come off. I'd forgotten her heels and had to bend to get those off her feet. I got them off and went back for her black lace panties. God, she looked fantastic naked. How she could doubt that was beyond me, but her body was sublime.

  She lowered her arms.

  "Keep your arms up."

  She hesitated but I gave her a warning glance. She had to let me handle this. If she hadn't moaned before, she was probably ruining it by rushing and worrying about pleasing whatever loser she was fucking.

  She slowly raised her arms and her tits angled up. "You are fucking gorgeous, woman." My cock jolted behind the buttons of my jeans, fully hard now and near ready to blow.

  "Now spread your legs and relax."

  As she opened her legs, she revealed a perfect pussy glistening beneath a thinly trimmed patch of hair. Sexiest thing I'd ever seen, her sweet wet cunt waiting for me. I wanted to dive in and fuck her with my tongue.

  Her gaze landed on my crotch. She watched me unbutton my pants and whimpered.

  "You been wanting to see my cock up close, haven't you?"

  "A long time, Falcon. Since I first met you."

  I opened my jeans and she gasped when she saw the metal jewelry for the first time. I had a one-inch open ring through the frenum, the apadravya pierced my urethra. Two half-inch titanium balls on that one. The Jacob's ladder had three lower gauge barbells down the underside with quarter-inch balls on either side.

  I let her gawk for a second, but not long because fuck the waiting. We had a lot of ground to cover, and my diva needed to moan for me.

  I tossed my jeans and climbed on top of her naked body. I kissed up her tummy to her mouth without touching her with my hands. She kept her arms up and legs wide as she kissed me back.

  Hot as fuck kisses. The woman and I kissed for hours and I could still kiss her more. I don't know how long we went on like that but the whole time my dick was pulling me to her cunt like a divining rod to water. She panted into my mouth.

  "You good and wet for me? Cuz
I don't think I can wait another second."

  "Yes. So ready." She squirmed as much as she could with her legs wide. So sexy.

  Slowly I lowered my hips till the tip of my cock hit her mound. Still hovering over her, with one hand, I guided the cool balls of the apa to her clit.

  She arched her back as I rubbed it over her sweet little nub.

  "Oh my God. That feels amazing."

  "Yeah, baby. Yeah. More?"

  Her hands clutched the sheets as she growled.

  As slow as I could manage, I slid the underside of my cock over her swollen clit. When her hot wetness hit my cock, I groaned. "So wet. Gonna dive deep into that shit."

  "Yes," she breathed.

  Skin slipped on skin and my shaft fell deeper into her folds as the rungs of the ladder flowed over her clit like speed bumps in a parking lot. Everything was slick and hot and excruciating because, my God, I needed the real thing.

  Her hands came down and gripped my shoulders. Her thighs squeezed me tight, and fuck if I could stop her. My whole world revolved around the rutting going on between us. I bit her tit to stave off my orgasm and bring on hers.

  When my cock was covered in her juices and I thought for sure I'd blow on her stomach, her mouth dropped open, but no sound came out. The muscles in her neck grew tight, she held her breath and God, she was beautiful on the edge of orgasm. My dick ached to pound into her but I waited. Her moan needed to come first.

  "C'mon. Give it to me."

  Pressing harder and faster on both clit and tit, it was like rubbing two sticks together to make fire. "Sing for me, Aida."

  I raised my head and moved my face to her cheek so I could hear it all straight from her mouth directly in my ear.

  Her chest heaved and she let out the breath she'd been holding. Her gloriously long moan started as a high keen and changed to a guttural grunt. Her hot cunt wrapped around me and milked me, begging me to let go too. No, no, no. I had to grit my teeth to keep from blowing a load on her navel. Damn. This was for her, not me. She needed a man who gave without taking at the same time. She needed me to care about her orgasm and help her enjoy it to the fullest.

  I lightened up the pressure but kept teasing her until the ripples stopped passing through her.

  She moaned again as her body went limp. She'd been holding back on me before, but now she let it out and it was loud and gorgeous.

  Totally worth the wait. Worth everything to hear Aida moan like that.

  Time for a condom because I needed to get my dick in there. "Hold on."

  She mumbled something and tossed her head side to side. Took all my concentration to get the condom on without ripping it, but I managed. Never been so hard in my life.

  Oh shit. The crop. Could she handle more? One way to find out. I grabbed the short, stiff leather crop from my pack and climbed back on her.

  Lifting one leg, I rested her ass on my knees. I slid the tip in and groaned. So good. So tight and wet.

  Her closed eyes opened and startled. "Oh my."

  "Feel good, baby?"

  "God yes. Amazing. Keep going."

  "Brought a crop to tease your tits. You open to that?"

  "How did you know tonight?"

  "Had a feeling it would be tonight. Also had a feeling you'd like the crop on your tits. You let me know if it gets to be too much."

  "Yes." Her head fell back to the bed, and she raised her arms again.

  With just the tip and the apa teasing her entrance, I started slow and gentle with the crop on the underside of her tit. She didn't flinch or draw back.

  "More. I like it. More. Of both."

  "Okay, baby. Okay."

  I picked up the speed of the crop, tapped her harder, faster, and closer to the nipple as I worked my tip all the way in. The pressure popped as the apa breached the entrance.

  "You good?"

  "So good." She panted. Her hands came down and gripped the sheets. She looked down at the crop working her tits and threw her head back with a moan.

  Her sweet pussy sucked me in, and her hips tilted, begging me to go in deeper. I moved the crop to her nipples and kept up a steady rhythm. Took all the control I could muster not to ram into her. That would hurt us both. I would love it but didn't want her to feel pain the first time.

  And good God! Three more pops of pressure and I was balls deep in Aida.

  "I'm in."

  I kept the crop at her nipples, one thumb to her clit and started to move slowly. Her cunt engulfed me like a tight velvet glove. The barbells wiggled, adding to the overall pleasure.

  I started to pump then. I needed to thrust. I'd waited too long. I wanted it to last forever, but I knew I couldn't. We had all night. We were definitely doing this again soon.

  I picked up the speed and my spine tingled. She groaned like she was close again.

  "Come on my cock, babe. Come on my cock."

  She moaned loudly, like a song, prettier than any I'd ever heard. Her pussy clenched around me over and over for what felt like an eternity. Her juices gushed everywhere and smacked with our thrusts.

  I stopped the crop as her orgasm faded. I rose over her and kissed her. My hips moved of their own will. Pumping, thrusting, ramming. Each stroke massaging my cock with her slick, hot walls. Fucking heaven inside Aida.

  Her final moan came into my mouth, and I swallowed it. It fed the prickling at my balls and demanded to be released. It rushed up through me, and I moaned into her mouth. My hips jerked and it all spilled out of me. Rope after rope poured out into the condom as my cock twitched and emptied deep inside of her.

  In that moment we were just two people sharing bliss. No names. Only man and woman sharing in ecstasy as God intended. Our bodies were made for this. Her body was made for mine.

  More endless strokes to drag it out, and I collapsed on top of her.

  She laughed and wrapped her arms around my back. Her legs squeezed me in a tight hug. I thrust in and out a few more times to let her feel the slow effect of the piercings. She trembled and trailed her nails down my back.

  "Thought I'd die if I didn't come inside you."

  "I think I did die a few times there."

  I laughed and held her under me. "You moan as beautiful as you sing."

  "Mmm. Thank you."

  "Be right back." I got up, disposed of the condom, and prepared a warm washcloth to clean her up.

  She didn't move as I wiped her.

  She rolled to her side, closed her eyes, and pulled the sheet up over her tits. Her lips curled up at the edges in a content grin.

  Usually, I'd leave. No contact after sex. Less chance of them getting attached.

  But I was on duty so I might as well sleep in the bed with her. No point in getting dressed to go stand in the hallway. She'd be safe with me next to her.

  So I climbed in behind her and tucked her sweet ass up against my groin. She wiggled and my cock started to fill. But she needed rest after her performances. Both of them.

  I wrapped an arm under her luscious boobs, and she snuggled her back into my chest with a sigh. Her hand moved from where it was holding the sheet, down to rest on my wrist. Holding on.

  She smelled like hair and sweat and sex.

  The crop had fallen to the floor in our fucking.

  Magdalena Esperanza.

  Knew she'd be beautiful.

  Didn't know she'd be so damn tempting.

  Chapter 13

  The tug of the piercings left a lingering pain that was nothing short of exquisite.

  Now, sitting in a chair by the window, watching the black of night morph into slate gray over the skyline, I downed the whiskey I'd found in her mini-fridge.

  After sex, when I should have been enjoying the release of pent-up sexual tension, the black abyss in my soul took center stage and killed any fleeting pleasure I'd found.

  The absence of something tortured my conscience. The unsatisfied hunger I couldn't name wouldn't let me sleep.

  Lavish hotel rooms and opera houses wer
e not my scene. Wealth like this led to greed and poison.

  I needed to leave. Blaze and Diesel could handle her. No one had attempted any attacks since we'd provided a presence. A deterrent was sufficient to protect her. It didn't have to be me.

  This bodyguard gig delayed my plans to return to Mexico. Killing Manuel and his soldiers had decimated my father's numbers, but I'd slacked off. I needed to take names and make a list of who would die next.

  "You look bummed out for a guy who just got laid."

  I turned to see her watching me. Couldn't make out the details of her face, but the sheet highlighted the alluring curve of her hip.

  "Go back to sleep."

  "Tell me what you were thinking."

  "I was thinking I like you when you're sleeping cuz your mouth isn't asking me questions."

  "C'mon. Spill. It had to be intense from the look on your face."

  "Was thinking how you live up here. High above the real world. Looking down on the slums and gutters where I hang out."

  "You think I'm a snob?"

  "No. Just a different life. It's good. I'm glad. I'm happy you have all this." She came from nothing and earned her wealth with her talent. She deserved it.

  "I'm happy too."

  Why did I care that she was happy? Was I any less guilty if she was? Why did I want to stick around and figure out the answers to these questions?

  "What's your understanding with Thorne?" I asked her.

  "My understanding?"

  "He has a lover in Florida. You seem okay with that."

  "Yes," she answered tentatively.

  "But you said tonight was our last chance before he comes back to town."

  "He usually stays with me in my suite. We sleep in separate beds. I won't have the privacy I have now."

  "Thorne comes back. You pretend to be his wife. Who fucks you?"

  "I have an eclectic collection of vibrators when I wish to please myself."

  That was so fucked. "And he's celibate too? During the times you live together?"

  "Yes. I believe so. We keep each other company. He's a good friend."

  "Still. The arrangement sucks for both of you."

  "It's a little lonely at times."

  "I need to leave."

  She remained quiet. The sound of the heater clicking on filled the room. The water ran in the toilet.